"Jinyan?"

Wen Xun looked at the person beside the bed, and called his name weakly.

"What's wrong? Having a nightmare? ”

Lu Jinyan squeezed her sweaty hand.

Wen Xun nodded, and found that he was still wearing a suit, so he subconsciously looked at the wall clock on the wall.

It's past four o'clock.

......

Chapter 87 Death is in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!